Camping

It's update time! Mostly BxR but with a little MxM sexiness at the end. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

With thanks to the ones I like to call "Scarlett's little helpers" ;) ... J Chan, Kutsu (places donation in the commitee box), yaoirose, Ashray, Cody_Thomas, Yami-Bakura-Itemri (I'm a bit of a spooning freak - I lOVE it! lol), Yami Kuro Ookami Hatake, DyingEyes (Thank you so much, I hope this adds to your thoughts!)& KCRose18 :P

Have no fear (and put down any kind of weapon you wish to throw at me at the end of the chapter) the lemonS are soon ;) but can be helped along the way by reviews :P
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Chapter 4 - Anticipation

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Ryou woke the next morning to the feeling of a sculpted chest pressing against his back and strong arms wrapped around his waist. The hot chocolate last night had certainly allowed him a good night’s sleep, so he felt awake and alert now. Ryou sat up, letting Bakura’s arms fall away from around him and allowing the warm sleeping bag pool about his hips. Carefully rubbing his eyes, the pale one caught sight of the striking male he was sharing sleeping quarters with.

The watery light illuminated the messed up snowy hair and milky skin, and Ryou felt a jolt of attraction towards Bakura. The face that would so readily scowl was now relaxed and the deep chocolate eyes were hidden from view. Ryou reached out and tentatively ran a finger down the defined cheekbone.

“Sleep well?”

Ryou jerked back as if he had been shocked as Bakura’s husky voice spoke to him. The sharp eyes flickered open to regard the purer version of himself.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” Ryou whispered, bowing his head, hesitant about being caught touching Bakura.

Bakura exhaled and lifted a hand up to caress Ryou’s cheek, the other leaning into the touch. He then let his hand wander down the swan-like neck and tangle in the cottony hair. With a sharp yank which made Ryou gasp, Bakura pulled him down to receive a passionate kiss. Quickly forgetting the slight pain, Ryou moaned, feeling himself being turned on by the other’s antics, eyes slipping shut, kissing back and feeling Bakura’s hot tongue dart about his mouth.

Ryou drew back after a while and rested his forehead against Bakura’s, his white hair falling around them and contrasting like snow on slate over Bakura’s thermal-clad chest. Their breaths played over lips, mingling heat, occasionally allowing needy contact in chaste kisses.

“Never be afraid, Ryou,” Bakura said seductively, letting his tongue lick languidly along the other’s bottom lip, “Of being too forward with me.”

“Mmm.” Ryou responded, his eyes still closed, until he had a devious thought.

Being forward with Bakura? Now there was an idea. Ryou smirked to himself and pulled his body out of the lusty daze Bakura had dragged him in to. Drawing back from the other, Ryou raked a hand through his hair to clear it away from his face and bit his lip suggestively. There – he now had Bakura’s undivided attention.

Leaning over the other, purposefully allowing their bodies to press together, Ryou undid the zip at the side of Bakura, too give him more room. He felt the wandering hands of the other on his sides, moving unhurriedly to rest on his slim hips, but holding with enough force to tell him not to get out of the sleeping bag. Ryou sat back up and slid a leg slowly over Bakura’s toned body, gazing at him with heavy-lidded eyes, but hovering just above the other kneeling up. He then moved his hands over Bakura’s at his hips, stroking his fingers against the others, still taking his time about things. Bakura flashed him a slightly confused look, his brows vaguely knitting together, wandering what his angel was up to.

Ryou suddenly grasped at the hands and pulled them over Bakura’s head, pinning them down and forcing their lips together. Bakura complied immediately, nipping Ryou’s lips and allowing the other to take control. Ryou let out a loud moan as Bakura got a little tired of having no contact to his arousal and so ground his hips upward into him. Renewing his kissing efforts and feeling himself getting very hot indeed, Ryou pressed back down onto Bakura, where he could feel an obvious lump.

Ripping his lips away from the needy ones below him, Ryou sat up and immediately let out another loud gasp, to which Bakura complied with a growl of his own, as he settled right over Bakura’s erection. Bakura watched in amazement as Ryou dragged his thermal top over his head, his long hair spilling down his glistening body, and proceeded to run a delicate hand over the bare lithe torso suggestively, looking into Bakura’s eyes with want.

Bakura didn’t need another hint and he sat up, pressing himself into Ryou, who let out a soft moan, and he himself dragged off his own thermal top. Holding the small, half-naked body to him, Bakura kissed the other with passion, letting his hands slide down the hot, soft back to rest on the perfect behind. Ryou tangled one set of his fingers in Bakura’s hair and let the other trace patterns over the strong chest.

Through his mist of ardour, Ryou registered Bakura’s hands come up slightly from his behind, and felt the long fingers start to slide themselves down inside his clothing. Abruptly, he paused their kiss, and pulled his hands back to rest over Bakura’s. Bakura stopped his ministrations at once and drew his hands away to relax on Ryou’s thighs, looking into the soft chocolate eyes for direction. He didn’t want to push the other into anything.

“I…” Ryou breathed, calming himself a touch, Bakura gazing at him seductively from under his white fringe. Catching this look, Ryou blushed and mumbled something, making to get off Bakura. Said attractive male was having none of this and secured his grip more tightly, wrapping one arm around his waist and lifting Ryou’s chin with the other.

“What is it?” He asked smoothly, leaning forward to kiss the pale collar bone. After an intake of breath, Ryou answered

“I…Um… Don’t want to lose it in a tent?” Ryou muttered very, very quietly. Bakura froze for an instant, a smirk curling his mouth, he chuckled. Ryou blushed a deep crimson.

“Ryou, angel, you don’t have to have sex with me here and now-” Bakura gave him a smile and kissed the pink lips gently, “Although it would be hot.” He said as an afterthought, looking into space with a mock serious expression.

Ryou snorted and whacked him on the head, giggling, “Bakura! I want to do it… you know… where there’s room… and it’s nice.” He trailed off, looking up at Bakura once again for his reply.

Bakura suddenly pulled Ryou off him and flipped them over, so he was instead resting in between the smaller legs, his chin propped up on one of his elbows either side of Ryou’s head. Ryou smiled up at him and slung one arm around Bakura’s waist and twirled his other fingers around a piece of white hair that was cascaded over his shoulder. Bakura looked thoughtful for a second.

“Listen,” he said softly, reaching down to caress Ryou’s cheek, “You have no idea how… honoured I feel that you want to let me take your virginity.” Bakura sighed, he was being sappy. Great.

“Malik and Marik will be so jealous.” He said smirking once more. Ryou just rolled his eyes.

“Keep on with the serious stuff, Ok? Before I change my mind and let Malik have his way with me.” Ryou said, letting a smirk of his own grace his features. Bakura chuckled and kissed him soundly on the lips.

“I wouldn’t let him.” He growled playfully

“I would.” Ryou said, raising an amused eyebrow

Bakura laughed once more.

“We can all have lots of fun as soon as I’ve taken you,” Ryou shivered with desire at this, why did the words just sound so good, dripping off Bakura’s lips like liquid need. “Just until then, you’re mine.” He whispered

Ryou moaned in appreciation as Bakura ground their hips together, kissing him passionately, parting his lips and delving in to his sweet cavern, their wet tongues battling together. They soon broke apart, Bakura looked into Ryou’s flushed face seriously, taking in the white hair spread about his head and his flawless milky skin.

“You’re beautiful, Ryou.” He said quietly

Ryou blushed, adding to the dusty pink over his cheeks.

“So are you.” he replied shyly, “and I do just want it to be us, not just for the first time.” Bakura smiled, and felt a rush of affection for the smaller one under him, “but not all the time, don’t worry.” He added with a grin.

Bakura laughed and kissed Ryou’s neck softly.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He said

Ryou sighed with happiness and melted into Bakura’s embrace, unintentionally rubbing their slight arousals together once more. Although Bakura groaned faintly, his stomach told him it was breakfast time, and anyway, he could have fun with Ryou later. He lifted his head to look at Ryou.

“Hungry?” he asked

Ryou nodded his head and whimpered at the loss of heat and comfort as Bakura rolled off him. Bakura moved to sit on the cool plastic ground of the tent, rummaging around for his clothes, giving Ryou an excellent view of his toned back with his white hair tumbling down it. He turned back to see what Ryou was doing.

Ryou was in the same position, looking at Bakura with longing. Had he beheld less will power, Bakura would’ve found it extremely hard not to take the sweet angel there and then. The sleeping bag was completely open, and Ryou was sprawled out, thermals riding low on his prominent hips, with one leg bent. He was twisting a piece of his disarrayed hair around his finger, and biting his lip.

“Ryou,” he said, trying to keep the hunger out of his voice, “if you don’t cover up, I cannot be responsible for my actions.”

Ryou giggled, knowing perfectly well what he was doing to the other. He leisurely got up onto his hands and knees, shaking his hair over his shoulder, and made his way over to Bakura, who was waiting to see what Ryou would do. When they were face to face, the smaller spoke up.

“Sorry.” He breathed

Bakura smirked and leant in for a kiss. This one was without hurry and was slow and sweet. Ryou shifted to accommodate this delightful feeling and kissed back with careful precision. When they broke apart, Bakura couldn’t keep his lips from carefully tracing Ryou’s sweet ones, so it was he who was disappointed when Ryou moved off his position of straddling his leg to fish around for his thermal top.

Soon they were both out of the tent, blinking in the morning sun. Bakura pulled everything out of the tent and set about taking it down for the final time as Ryou pottered about making breakfast for them both. When the bags were all packed up, Bakura settled down beside Ryou and took the black tea from the outstretched hand.

“Thanks.” He said, kissing Ryou’s cheek

Ryou smiled and passed him a croissant, he could certainly get used to all this affection. They ate in a comfortable silence, admiring the view that had seemed so deadly just yesterday. Ryou pulled out the map, like before, and examined their route.

“As we got a bit, um, waylaid, yesterday,” he murmured, Bakura smirked, although he had been the most scared he had ever been in his whole life, that little incident had brought them together. “It will take us until about early afternoon to get back to the car.”

“Hmm,” Bakura purred, kissing Ryou’s cheek again, “So we’ll be home by evening?” He enquired

“Yep, unless he have any more incidents,” Ryou replied, turning to smile at Bakura

“Well,” Bakura said matter-of-factly, standing up and dusting off his hands, “I’m not sure about you, but I am greatly looking forward to this evening.”

Ryou shivered with desire for the second time that day, swiftly averting his eyes from Bakura’s lithe form putting away the breakfast things. He threw on his bag and straightened out the map, and was about to walk purposefully off down the path when he felt a great tug around his waist and he stumbled back into Bakura.

“W-what? Bakura!” he cried, seeing the straps of his bag clasped in the other’s hands

“I had to make sure they were on correctly.” Bakura said innocently, or as innocently as he could get. Ryou rolled his eyes. Bakura smirked and yanked the straps again, pulling Ryou up against him, and letting his arms slide around his waist, in between the bag and his back. He then leant down and kissed Ryou on the lips gently.

After Ryou had managed to disentangle sexual deviant, the two were well on their way down the path, their boots crunching fresh footprints into the snow. Ryou had had an ingenious idea about the one set of gloves, and each now had one on and the leftover hands were entwined together. They chatted and joked as the path wound its way once again through trees and downhill towards the car park. Deciding to wait until they were in the car before eating a late lunch, it was with relief when Ryou spotted the vehicle parked in the snow first.

He exchanged a playful look with Bakura and soon they were both running towards the car at full pelt, holding hands forgotten as the cool wind whipped through their pale hair. Naturally, Bakura won, and tried to stifle his ragged breathing so as to show off to Ryou, who was throwing off his bag and panting, his breath coming in frosty clouds.

“Just because you have longer legs!” Ryou said, looking at Bakura in mock annoyance

Bakura smirked and chucked his bag over next to Ryou’s before sauntering over to the other and placing a hand against the car on either side of his head.

“You’re just a sore loser.” He said, the smirk evident in his voice

All that Bakura knew next was that he had a very cold substance down his neck and Ryou’s laughter echoing in his ears. He whipped around as Ryou ducked out from under his arms and was standing a few paces away, a smile plastered on his face as Bakura shook his head to get the snow out of his hair.

“Alright, Ryou,” Bakura said, a grin on his mouth, “This means war!”

With that he bent down, grabbed a handful of snow, squished it into a rough ball shape, and lobbed it right at Ryou. Ryou laughed and ducked, the snowball sailing over his head. He bent down to make his own for a comeback when he was tackled from the side, the two of them falling into the snowdrift at the side of the car park. A short tumbling play-fight ensued in which both got extremely snowy and Ryou ended up on the bottom, panting and looking up into the dark chocolate eyes of Bakura, who was wearing a victorious smirk.

“You look good in the snow.” He noted, moving one of his hands from their place pinning down Ryou’s and brushing his white hair off his flushed face, trailing his fingers over Ryou’s lips.

“Bakura, I refuse to have sex in the snow!” Ryou said, giggling

“What makes you think that comment had some form of innuendo?” Bakura asked with a fake shocked expression, “I could merely be appreciating how the colour goes well with your… hair.” He finished, chuckling lightly.

Ryou rolled his eyes

“As I thought. Sexual indeed.” He said

“Mmm,” Bakura agreed, giving in, “but is it so wrong to think about you wearing nothing but a blush, spread out naked for me in the frost?” he said huskily, bending down to kiss Ryou’s now-quivering lips.

Snapping himself out of his state of want, Ryou retorted

“Yes it is wrong to think that,” a confused look from Bakura, “because I would be bloody freezing and in no mood for anything.” He finished

“I can dream then… Of ways to heat you up.” Bakura said smirking, leaning down to kiss Ryou hotly. The kiss deepened, Bakura drawing moans from Ryou as their tongue danced together. Bakura pulled away at a shiver from Ryou that was nothing to do with want.

Realising he was probably very cold, as he was himself, and he wasn’t the one pressed in the snow, Bakura stood up and grabbed Ryou’s hand to pull him up with him. The two brushed off the snow, soon realising that it had seeped into their underclothes and melted.

“Great, just great.” Bakura muttered, taking off his jacket and jumper to find his thermals soaking. He hated being damp.

“Don’t worry, I packed some extra clothes in the car. We just didn’t take them with us because otherwise the bags would’ve been too heavy.” Ryou said sensibly, pulling out the keys and opening the car.

“What would I do without you?” Bakura said, grabbing Ryou to kiss him soundly. Ryou pulled away.

“Be very wet.” He said playfully.

Bakura snickered and let Ryou open the boot, rummaging around until he pulled out a load of clothes. He sifted through them, a confused expression on his face.

“What’s up?” Bakura asked, coming to stand by the other

“Well, um… These are all your clothes. There aren’t any of mine here.” He replied, looking up at Bakura anxiously

“No problem. Just borrow some of mine then.” Bakura said, pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans and a tight green t-shirt and passing them to Ryou.

“Thanks.” Ryou said, smiling.

Bakura shrugged and then picked out some clothes for himself. They loaded up the car with all the bags and walking boots before slipping into the backseat to change. Each went around one side and opened the door. After a short moment in which they regarded each other, Ryou swiftly sat down with his back to Bakura and started taking off his clothes. Bakura smirked and pulled off his remaining clothes down to his boxers – which, thankfully, were dry – deciding to have a bit of fun with Ryou.

As the other pulled off the last of his sodden clothes, feeling the wind play across his naked skin, he was suddenly yanked backwards across the seat, his body connecting to an equally unclothed one. Ryou was turned around swiftly before a pair of lips pressed against his own. In a needy, rough kiss, Ryou wound his long legs around Bakura’s waist and held the sculpted body close, longing for the feeling of more bare skin rubbing against his own. Ryou moaned as Bakura ground their hips together, his hands splayed on the soft back.

Gasping for air, the two broke apart. Ryou blushed, noticing his position and Bakura’s seductive gaze.

“We… We need to get dressed.” Ryou whispered, as Bakura bent down and nipped and kissed his neck.

Knowing that they would never get home if they continued like this, Ryou reluctantly pushed Bakura away, after he let out a possessive growl and got another kiss. Slipping on Bakura’s clothes, Ryou felt warm and comfortable, the scent of the other lingering about him.

“You look good in my clothes.” Bakura noted, sliding into the passenger seat as Ryou got in the other side. Ryou smiled at him. “But then again you would look good in most things. Including one of my favourites-to-be, which is nothing at all.”

Ryou blushed and hit him gently, leaning in to kiss Bakura softly. He stared up the engine on the second go and they were soon off, winding down the mountain roads destined for home.

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Marik yawned widely and pulled the sleeping form of Malik closer. The other snuggled deeper into the strong chest and felt the sensation of waking up wash over him like an unwelcome wave. Violet eyes flickering open, he looked at the beautiful male sleeping beside him and leant in to kiss his tempting lips. Marik smiled at the touch and his eyes opened to gaze at Malik, in all his morning-after glory. Said male sat up, letting the sheet pool at his hips and stretching his arms, looking back over his shoulder at the alluring sight of Marik.

The two were sprawled out on the living room floor, with only a blanket covering their nakedness. The past two days had been great fun for both, though if Malik was honest, he much preferred sex on something soft, the carpet burns on his back proof of this.

“Mmm. I hurt you, baby.” Marik said huskily, letting his cool fingers play over the red marks marring the tanned skin.

Malik leant his head forwards, quivering slightly at the touch.

“It’s fine,” he replied, turning round and sliding a leg over Marik to straddle his stomach, pulling the blanket with him. “It was worth it.” He smirked, bending down to share another, considerably hotter, kiss with Marik. Malik drew back with a smile on his lips.

“I’ve just thought,” he began, resting his hands on the firm tanned chest beneath him.

“There’s a thing.” Marik cut in, running his hands under the cover to arrive at Malik’s thighs, his thumbs moving backwards and forwards over the soft skin.

“Shut up,” Malik said half-heartedly before continuing. “Bakura and Ryou have been away for the whole three days without two sleeping bags. Which either means they’ve got lost in a snowdrift-” Marik smirked “-or they’ve finally accepted their feelings and got together! We are so clever, Marik!” he finished triumphantly, looking down at the other in happiness.

“I’m gonna bet they got lost in a snowdrift.” Marik said, and laughed at the look of annoyance on the other’s face. “I’m joking. The probably have got together, don’t worry. But you know what that means-”

“More fun with Ryou!” Malik said, bending down to kiss Marik deeply.

The two did love Bakura and Ryou greatly, but Bakura always had the little extra in that he slept with them sometimes. Those nights (and sometimes days) were enjoyed greatly by all involved, but as they didn’t happen that often, it was treated rather like a delicacy. To have Ryou properly in their messed-up relationship meant that the two crazy blondes could appropriately show how much they cared for him – in the way words just couldn’t.

“Hey, Malik?” Marik asked, pausing their make out session briefly.

“Yeah?” Malik replied, moving down to lick and nip Marik’s chest

“Do you think that they’ve done it?”

Malik raised his head and ran a hand through his extremely tangled hair thoughtfully. It was a possibility, but then –

“We’ve been trying to get him into bed the last few years and he’s resisted… And anyways, Ryou wouldn’t want to lose it in a tent.” He concluded, shaking his head.

“We’ll soon see. They’re coming back this evening.” Marik said, smirking. Malik glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Well that gives us enough time for one more round.” Malik said seductively.

Who would Marik be to resist?

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I love writing those kind of scenes with Malik and Marik :P But I also can learn to love writing lemons! There's going to be one next chapter, I wonder who with? ;) I think the last chappie will have all of them together cos otherwise it would be a bit like a lemon-fest-overload... Not that that's a bad thing, I just need more reviews to muster the courage! As always, thanks for reading - please leave me a little something for my muses ;)